Starting with Naruto, I'll become stronger through my own efforts.

Wilson rubbed his bald head and laughed heartily, "Mary, I'm a philanthropist now, I have to be mindful of my image. How can I resort to violence so easily?"

"However, I heard that Ms. Melissa from Mexico is looking to expand her market, and I have already given her some advance notice. She should know that there is a market gap here."

Mary giggled: "Boss, you're so mean! Ms. Melissa is a very, very hot beauty."

Xia Zuo calmly finished his morning patrol, had lunch at a familiar coffee shop, and after a short rest, he continued his afternoon patrol.

The intense afternoon sun in New York seemed to fuel a restless energy within people.

The number of 911 calls increased rapidly, and home robberies, convenience store robberies, and gas station robberies became increasingly common.

After Xia Zuo caught several robbers in a row, he keenly realized that the situation was abnormal, as the number of crimes today was twice as many as usual.

Centered on his patrol area, a ring-shaped high-crime zone was formed, occupying all available police resources nearby.

Xia Zuo couldn't help but sneer: "Which blind fool is trying to take advantage of me?"

His premonition was quickly confirmed, but the other party's violence and arrogance were truly unexpected.

Two masked Mexican men suddenly rushed onto the roadway, raised their assault rifles without hesitation, and fired at Xiazo's police car.

But after each of the two rifles fired only 3 or 4 bullets, the rifle owner was shot between the eyebrows, which gave him a sudden burst of inspiration.

The still-warm corpse, holding a still-warm gun, fell backward, and the cheerful cacophony of the cash register abruptly ceased.

Xia Zuo first turned on the body camera on his shoulder, then opened the car door and got out of the police car. He then raised his hand and shot dead two armed thugs who had just rushed out of the alley, giving them no chance to raise their guns.

Then came three armed gunmen who flanked from behind.

Because the distance exceeded 50 meters, Xia Zuo chose to shoot the target in the chest, using three consecutive shots to compensate for the fatal lack of accuracy.

After a crisp and rhythmic 9-round burst that took down three gunmen, his 13-round magazine was empty.

Xia Zuo immediately crouched behind the engine, quickly changed magazines, and at the same time dodged the frenzied fire from two gunmen on the right side of the street.

Judging from the gunshots and the bullet impact points, the enemy's shooting was very determined, but they clearly lacked military training.

The bullets from both assault rifles hit the car windows and doors, completely missing the direction of the engine.

After confirming that the opponent was completely disorganized, Xia Zuo didn't bother waiting 2.4 seconds to empty his magazine. He simply stood up and gave each of the two gunmen a "mind-blowing" attack, ending the sudden battle.

By listening to the sounds within a radius of several hundred meters through the plants, Xia Zuo confirmed that the robber's accomplices had all retreated, and then calmly reported to the police headquarters.

"Officers open fire! Officers open fire! 200 meters east of the intersection of 14th Avenue and Fifth Avenue, the gunman has been shot down! Repeat! The gunman has been shot down!"

"Shift! Shazo Dawson, you just got off vacation yesterday, how many did you take down today?"

"Mike, it turns out you're on duty today. There aren't many, only nine."

"Xia Zuo, you bastard! You're the reason I'm on duty! God, how could you be so cruel? I want a vacation too!"

"It's 2006 already, and you still haven't learned how to type on a computer? How can you blame me for that? If you want a day off, sign up as a patrol officer. We're short-staffed here."

"F**K, if you hadn't taken down so many people last time, would I have made a mistake in copying the numbers in my handwritten report? I'm not going to do the kind of job that even dogs wouldn't do."

"Officer Mike Donaldson, 911 is not your chatterbox! Come to my office after get off work!"

"Oh, Shift! Yes, Deputy Director!"

It took a full 17 minutes for backup police to arrive at the scene of the shooting.

The lieutenant who came to provide support cursed when he saw the nine assault rifles on the scene, and when he saw the dense bullet holes on the right side of the police car, he cursed ten times over.

This is not a shooting as reported on the radio, this is a riot!

Even if the two biggest gangs in New York were to clash, they wouldn't need such intense firepower; an Uzi submachine gun and a Chicago typewriter would have been enough.

More and more police cars and ambulances arrived to provide support. Wilson put down his binoculars and exclaimed, "This 'King of Hell's Kitchen' seems to live up to his name. His skills and marksmanship are no less than Frank's."

"Mary, do you think you can handle him?"

Mary said in a deliberately exaggerated manner, "Boss, you won't make me deal with him, will you?"

Wilson smiled slightly, then his smile faded as he said, "That's not necessarily true."

"Always relying on the violence of others will damage one's own prestige."

"Heh heh, if Ms. Melissa can't take him down, then Typhoid Mary will have to fight as Kingpin's warrior to unify Hell's Kitchen."

Upon hearing Wilson's words, Mary's demeanor suddenly changed, becoming alluring and bewitching.

She twirled her red hair around her index finger, brought it to her lips, and licked it with her bright red tongue, saying in a hoarse voice, "Now I truly hope that Ms. Melissa fails, so that I can fully enjoy this feast."

"The body and life of a king would surely give me the ultimate satisfaction."

The shooting quickly escalated, with agents from the Federal Drug Enforcement Administration contacting the New York Police Department and confirming that the nine gunmen killed were all Mexican and belonged to the organization of drug lord Melissa.

The New York Police Department and the Federal Drug Enforcement Administration formed a joint task force.

Inside the NYPD's conference room, the deputy commissioner asked again, "What was her name again?"

The narcotics officer repeated: "Melissa Margarita Calderón Ojeda, the Mexican drug queen."

The deputy director helplessly confirmed that he couldn't remember it at all, and could only shake his head and complain, "Okay, this name is just too long."

"Without a doubt, this was a demonstration against us by Mexican criminal organizations. Unfortunately, they chose the wrong target and ran into the muzzle of the NYPD's fastest gunman. The demonstration turned into a total wipeout."

The narcotics officer kindly reminded her, "Although Melissa is a woman, she acts extremely recklessly. Since this demonstration failed, she will definitely retaliate with greater force. You must protect that officer well."

Upon hearing his words, the police officers burst into laughter: "Hahaha, tell Xia Zuo to watch out for retaliation?"

"My God, this is the most ridiculous thing I've heard all day. What madman would be afraid of retaliation?"

Xia Zuo was speechless.

When you call me crazy, do you ever consider that I'm actually in the meeting room?

Watch out, a madman might deflate your tires!